Okay, today was rather short and bingey day.
And I just started because of one question that I forgot about.
I'm bored and I try to find some room decor ideas, and I suddenly understood something pretty insane.
My room is 3 meters.... I jump more than that.
It's fucking sad.
I mean, if bunk beds didn't exist, then my sister and I could try cosplaying as Anne Frank.
The week is short again.
I want to lose 2.5 by the twenty fourth, if I would, I'd probably buy a jawbone.
But my chances are low, because my diet is messed up.
Oh, I would like to talk about something unpleasant I went to do today.
Keren.
I just want to be left alone.
So fucking what, I cut myself, I promised you that I won't do it again, and I didn't.
I just find it bad for, it leaves me upset, I can't stand these long "I understand" silences, and I laugh when they are over.
I can't stand thinking a lot before talking, have a fucking idea before, you just got to get it when you're with me, cut to the point, or don't bother with opening your mouth.
It just made me upset, hateful, and destroyed my happiness.
Congrats parents, from having your really sluggish and scared kid to go to harmful therapy, and during the summer and until it started again, it was very happy and hyper and couldn't be better, and then ruin it.
Until I'm so fucking happy, you just make me suffer enough to make me want to cut again.
Their actions are counter-productive.
It's fucking puberty, and you better not make a happy person to lose it's happiness.
I worked hard for it.
I'm going to bed.
And I just started because of one question that I forgot about.
I'm bored and I try to find some room decor ideas, and I suddenly understood something pretty insane.
My room is 3 meters.... I jump more than that.
It's fucking sad.
I mean, if bunk beds didn't exist, then my sister and I could try cosplaying as Anne Frank.
The week is short again.
I want to lose 2.5 by the twenty fourth, if I would, I'd probably buy a jawbone.
But my chances are low, because my diet is messed up.
Oh, I would like to talk about something unpleasant I went to do today.
Keren.
I just want to be left alone.
So fucking what, I cut myself, I promised you that I won't do it again, and I didn't.
I just find it bad for, it leaves me upset, I can't stand these long "I understand" silences, and I laugh when they are over.
I can't stand thinking a lot before talking, have a fucking idea before, you just got to get it when you're with me, cut to the point, or don't bother with opening your mouth.
It just made me upset, hateful, and destroyed my happiness.
Congrats parents, from having your really sluggish and scared kid to go to harmful therapy, and during the summer and until it started again, it was very happy and hyper and couldn't be better, and then ruin it.
Until I'm so fucking happy, you just make me suffer enough to make me want to cut again.
Their actions are counter-productive.
It's fucking puberty, and you better not make a happy person to lose it's happiness.
I worked hard for it.
I'm going to bed.
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